Page 19 of My Silver Fox Billionaire

“Oh, look at you two. You make such a beautiful couple.” The spa attendant beamed at us.

Damian continued to gaze down at me. “Yes, we’re the happy couple, indeed.” He looked at the spa receptionist. “Isn’t my new wife the most beautiful woman you’ve ever laid eyes on?” And then, in a flash, he wrapped his arm tighter around my waist, and with his other hand, he tilted my chin up and softly grazed his thumb reverently over my lips as he pulled me up to meet his mouth.

It all happened so fast, and it also felt like slow motion, like time stopped. His lips descended onto mine, and I closed my eyes and melted into a ball of fire. He kissed me softly, gently, intimately like it was nothing, like it was something we’d done a thousand times before, and this was just another drop in the bucket of a million molten kisses we’d shared.

I stood with my eyes still closed, feeling completely incapacitated as fire burned through my lips and down to my core, causing my center to ache and throb with desire. I gripped onto the T-shirt Damian wore, feeling dizzy and off balance, nearly clawing at him for more. And when I opened my eyes, Damian was smirking down at me with satisfaction.

“Oh, look at you two, you’re just going to love this massage. It’s just the thing after all that wedding stress.”

“Come along, my love.” Damian led us down the marble hall after behind the spa receptionist. He leaned over into my ear and with hot breath he whispered, “There’s more of that, if you want it. I’m happy to give my beautiful wife all the breathtaking pleasure she desires.”

I stared straight ahead, still tucked into his side, and completely unable to look up at him after that offering. I shivered at the thought, wondering what the hell I had gotten myself into. Knowing if I wanted Damian West, he had just offered himself up to me on a silver platter. If he hadn’t made it blatantly obvious before, it was now.

The spa attendant showed us into a gorgeous room with a warm ocean breeze. I looked around the room in awe. There was a giant freestanding jacuzzi tub at the end of the room, filled with steaming water, and flowers floating over the surface; it overlooked an incredible view of the ocean. Sheer curtains floated around the open doorway as the salty ocean breeze rustled them.

I looked at Damian puzzled, as I was sure that this was much nicer than what I had originally booked for Jack and I. Damian's eyes knowingly flicked over mine, waiting for me to piece it together.

“Did you upgrade us?” I whispered to him.

“What do you think?”

“Holy shit.”

“Only the best for my new wife.”

I scrunched my face up in a smile. This was fun. Even if it was pretend.

The spa attendant showed us where the towels were and instructed us to dress down and cover ourselves with the sheet that was neatly folded on the massage table.

“Your massage therapists will be with you shortly.” She closed the door behind her.

Suddenly, I became aware of the fact that we would be dressing down in the same room, and would be lying a few feet away from each other, absolutely naked. While I had invited him to join me for my honeymoon massage, I hadn’t really thought it entirely through.

I stood there and looked at Damian shyly for a moment, unsure of who would start stripping first.

“I’m gonna– if you want to.” I nervously laughed while I sort of motioned him to turn around, while I did the same.

I peeled my tank top off over my head, and pushed my denim shorts to the floor, before undoing my swimsuit top. Facing the wall still, I slyly peeked over my shoulder at Damian, who was turned the other way, as he finally shed his last layer, leaving him completely naked. I let my eyes linger as the ache in my center pulsed brightly.

Suddenly my eyes flicked up and caught Damians in the mirror, and I realized he had been watching me, watching him. He had a devilish look in his eye, and I felt myself flushing red at getting caught peeking. I quickly wrapped the towel around myself and slid my swimsuit bottoms off. I climbed onto the massage table and under the sheer sheet, that was to be my only barrier between my throbbing center, and the lean toned wall of muscle hovering nearby.

I bit my lip, watching as he walked to his massage table, utterly and completely naked, confident, and comfortable. I felt my pulse shoot through the roof as I gaped at his manhood. Saying he was well hung was an understatement, and he wandered over to the table slowly, letting me stare for a moment before finally slipping under the sheer sheet on his massage table. I laid there, staring at the ceiling, trying to steady my breath.

Finally, the massage therapists came in and oiled us up, and began working. And man, it felt incredible, but I found myself completely unable to relax; when I turned my head the other way, I met Damian’s eyes, and as he watched another man massage me with oil, I felt I could see a darkness looming in his eyes.

I tried to distract myself, but as one man massaged me from top to bottom, another devoured me with his eyes. I found myself imagining it was Damians hands running over my oiled body, working out all the knots and tension in my shoulders, and I melted into the rhythm of the massage, pretending it was Damian touching me. I left out a soft sigh, and I heard Damian scoff softly.

When the ninety minutes were up, instead of being relaxed, I was thoroughly wound up. The massage therapists placed hot steaming washcloths on our eyes, “Take your time, and you can use the jacuzzi to wash off the massage oil when you’re both ready.”

I nodded under the washcloth, pretending like I was totally planning on getting into the jacuzzi tub with my fake husband.

I laid there for a moment, before lifting my steaming washcloth and glancing over at Damian. I gasped. He had a full on tent pole lifting his sheer sheet up. I tried to suppress a nervous giggle and quickly covered my eyes with my warm cloth again. I heard him rustling, and suddenly I smelled his earthy skin looming over me.

My breath quickened as I could feel the heat of his body nearby. Suddenly his hands were in my hair. He was raking his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp, and it felt incredible. I immediately felt a gush between my legs at his touch.

A soft moan accidentally escaped my lips, and then his hot breath was in my ear. “Your husband would like to give you a massage. Would you like that?”

I nodded, with my eyes still covered by the warm washcloth. Suddenly, his hands were working down my neck and over my shoulders. It felt a million times better to be touched by Damian than I’d imagined. His hands roamed expertly over my body, and I longed to feel the weight of him on me.

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